I had promised Wilson a nice walk in the woods yesterday, but the constant torrential rain was so bad that I let him off and instead took him out for dinner at the newly-refurbished pub just outside the village.
We had a lovely meal and a super dessert (home-made rhubarb crumble) and over a glass of wine I told W that we would be going on holiday before Xmas… with one condition.
I would organise it myself, and he wouldn't know where we were going until we set off. Also, I asked him to leave his iPad at home so he could really relax.
'New Dad, that's two conditions!' he observed.
I conceded that he was correct, and he said 'Alright! We're going on holiday — Woot!'
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